Prochoice Representative, A Storm is Brewin'

Prochoice Representative

A

Storm is Brewin'

One cold and wintry night

A storm is brewin'

A Democrat Representative

Is walking

Down the halls of Congress

To his office

The halls are empty

For all the elected bureaucrats

Traveled home for the Christmas Holidays

The weather is unusually

Snowy and dark

He planned to leave that night

His throat is dry and parched

He could not understand why

He stops by a drinking-fountain

Like the foundation of a tomb

The marble floor

Under his feet felt

Up his spine is a draft

It chills him to his bones

The odor of burnt flesh

Is what he smells

He wanted to run and hide

But he is frozen in fear

From out of no-where

Is the stately looking man

His eyes are gone

And in his sockets

Shown white balls

With flickers of red-yellow flame

As tall as me he stood

With his bald head

And he wore a

Crown of gold oak leaves

A white tunic and purple wool cloak

Around his left shoulder is draped

On his feet he wore

Fine crafted leather sandals

Royalty is his attire

An Emperor

A Senior Statesman

Yes, I am certain

His voice is authoritative

The Statesman calls

The Representative by name

"I once murdered

My fellow human beings

as effortlessly as your sip of water."

"I ordered my executioner

To wield his sword cutting, stabbing

Innocent men, women, children

into chunks and pieces of flesh."

"Into the garbage pit

I ordered their bodies dumped

Still alive, screaming

I heard their cries for mercy

I smiled."

His last word is uttered,

Arising from the Ethereal World

A mob of ghostly men

Attack-- seize the Statesman

A razor sharp double-edged

Dagger is their hands

The polished iron blade

Flashes like lightning

Stabbing, cutting, thrusting

Into the Statesman's flesh

All bloody is the Statesman

Grotesquely twisted his body

Falls to the marble floor

Bright scarlet red pieces

Of his torn flesh

Is his many stab wounds

Upon his bleeding body

The Statesman's

Red vital body fluids

Pooling beneath the Representative's

Patent Leather cordovan shoes

And blood squirts with each beat

Of his pierced heart

Lying upon the marble floor

Surrounded by Assassin thugs

The Statesman looks at the Representative

With his white empty eye sockets

And he gasps

With his last living breath

"Prochoice Representative,

You shall walk these

Hallowed halls of Justice

With me

And suffer my fate

For everlasting time,

If you do not use the authority

Of your elected public office to abolish

Prochoice Abortion Genocide."

Beneath that dead Statesman

The marble floor cracks open

The sting of burning sulfur

Suffocates the Representative's nose

He feels a heat that he knows

It can consume his body, blood and soul

The Representative sees

A yellow-orange Fiery pit

Engulf all the characters

Who haunted him

He is dazed

It was real, not a dream

But the marble floored halls of Congress

Return to their usual public appearance

Without a trace of what he had seen

I changed my vote from

Prochoice to Pro-Life

Nancy Pelosi is enraged

She uses her authority

To destroy me politically

My Campaign funds stolen

She bars me from my chairman seat

How could I have know

She is such a

Raving, lunatic

Baby killing

Prochoice Genocidal Bitch

I am a Pro-Life Democrat

And I easily lose my office

To a low-life baby killing creep

What the fuck does it matter

My soul I shall keep

I hope to walk with

Jesus Christ

To eternal paradise

A Prochoice elected Representative

I don't want to walk

These hallowed halls of Congress

Meeting that ghostly Statesman once

Is enough to convince me

To repent and renounce Prochoice

Mmmm... maybe I'll be a

Pro-Life Republican?

Photo Credit

Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography

Poem

Copyright © ralph marie de largo

At Eleven seconds, Eleven minutes after the Eleventh hour on the Eleventh day of the Eleventh month of Twenty-Eleven A.D.